Personal Narrative: Slugger The Sea Dog

When I was a little boy I didn’t have many fears. I wasn’t scared of the dark or the monster under my bed. I was terrified of Slugger The Sea Dog, a mascot for my local minor league baseball team. I couldn’t tell what it was about him. Maybe it was his oversized head. Or his leather flippers. Nevertheless, I was terrified of him. Then my dad told me the truth; the whole truth.

The day is still vivid in my mind. My mom was planning to take a friend and I to a Sea Dogs game. I was excited about going but in the back on my head, my fear of Slugger was still lingering. My dad saw my distress and sat down next to me and told me the truth about Slugger, that Slugger was really just “A man dressed up in a suit.”

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It doesn’t matter if they’re rich or poor, Caucasian, African American, or Asian. They understand me. And at first I didn’t understand this, then, during one game, it became clear.

That night, I made my dramatic entrance, heard the crowd cheer, and then started to walk around visiting the fans, trying to have personal interaction with each and every one of them. I came upon a family that didn’t speak any English. My first thought was I can’t go over there, they might not understand my humor or my actions. But I decided against it and walked over to wave, high-five, and shake hands in my normal energetic way.

I rubbed a man’s bald head, stole some popcorn, and even stole his son’s glasses to polish. And the best part was these fans understood it all. I spoke not one word to them and I couldn't understand what they were saying. Although we came from different backgrounds and ethnicities, we could still communicate. We could still communicate because we were both human. We were different in culture, appearance, language, and age. We still communicated. We shared one small moment of joy.

Mascoting has taught me one fact I will never let